I still remember the first time I was referred to as a "woman". It was 1969, and I was 24 years old. Women didn't get a lot of respect back then anyway (we were all "girls") and at 4'10" I got a lot less. I was walking across a grocery store parking lot on a bright summer day when I heard a wolf whistle behind me. I turned around to look, and saw two very embarrassed 12-year-old boys in a car - "Uh-oh! That's not a girl! That's a woman!". Made my day.
Yesterday I had stopped to talk with a neighbor in his yard (the guy who mows my lawn, and who bought the Chevy), and his little daughter was with him. She may be 5 or 6. Later, I knocked on his door to deliver some car-related papers. The little girl peeked through the glass panels next to the door, and called "Daddy! It's that girl again!" Made my day.
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